Fear is a funny thing, it affects people differently and is different for every person, and even if people have the same fears they have different reason for acquiring that fear. I have a fear of the dark, I don't really know how it started but ever since I was little I've been afraid of being alone in someplace dark. I think its not even the dark that scares me but what it can hide inside of it. What can be in the same room as me without me even knowing.
Ever since I was little I've imagined someone, murders or kidnappers, hiding in the corners of my room, covered by the dark, watching as they waited for me to sleep. I always felt like I can feel their eyes on me, hear them breathe. Sometimes, when I was younger, I would even confuse the things in my room as a type of monster. In my mind the shape of a hanged coat, for example, would change into a headless one armed monster.
What also seems to scare me of the dark is the pressure it seems to omit. Or at least I feel like it omits some sort of pressure. When its dark enough that i can barley see my hand in front of me I feel like something is closing in, like I'm in a box with no way out. To me the dark seems like the time when the ugliest, the most evil, of things come out to hide in corners and shadows to wait to take someone away, to take you away.
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